Being Part of Something

It was a huge
he was new to the class
his hair was limelight
the quiver was visible
it was all written
she loved the curls
the eyes, the posture
lovely little tissue dances
a cool breeze like cheeks
maybe sometime a hug
when they spoke to each other
the microwave fell
it was a big needle
everything was a groove
worlds were merging
it was skin and foundation
he was wearing jeans
the floor was tiled brown
at the first wave, it pushed
they floated together above
even the special kids felt it
especially the special kids
loudspeakers spontaneously pierced
how could the class forget the shaking?
It was such a beautiful flush
when they met, walls danced
it’s all in the yearbook’s intention
from the first day of a collision
to when they spoke tunnels
and the rolling hills
sublime how two people
found home
and the whole school could know and be there.
They were married this August.

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5 Responses to Being Part of Something

  1. Ashley says:

    It’s often the case that I’m hesitant to comment on your poems…well, because they’re enigmatic. Beautifully enigmatic. I don’t know where you’re coming from for this one, but I like it, anyway.

    Some favorite lines:

    lovely little tissue dances

    even the special kids felt it
    especially the special kids

    It was such a beautiful flush (lovely sound here)

    sublime how two people
    found home
    and the whole school could know and be there.

    What am I going to do with you?

  2. Ashley says:

    Agreed: you’re not. But, your poetry can be.

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